you lured me in

Post 2x3, i guess i got used to it (pt 2)

'It's happening in slow motion' Jake thinks to himself.
'It's happening in slow motion because it's not fucking real' he says in his mind as he races towards the window, watching as his boyfriend takes one step then another step toward the edge.

"Devon stop," he shouts.

He's seemingly not heard,
Devon's too far gone.

"Devon, please. I'm begging you!" He trips over his own two feet.

Jake has no fucking idea what to do. He has no idea what went wrong-WHEN did it go wrong? But all he does know is he can't fucking lose Devon, Jake almost lost him a year and a half ago and that shit almost killed him, he would've let Chucky take over the entire world if he lost Devon after Chucky's old house blew up.
So now he's praying to a god he doesn't believe in, a god that supposedly hates him because he's gay and asks him- pleads with him "don't take back the one thing that you gave me that I might not deserve but am so grateful for," he prays, "please, don't take your angel back because I wanna be selfish and keep him for myself for as long as I can."

He reaches the window just as Devon's hand lets go and he pulls him back. They fall backwards onto the ground of their room and Jake wraps his arms around Devon, breaking his fall.
He starts shaking and crying, "Devon...Dev..." he whispers "please, what the fuck was that?"

They're shaking. And after a minute he realises he's not the one shaking... it's his beautiful, smart, loving, kind boyfriend who is shaking because he's afraid.
Jake turns him over, making sure to keep his arms around him, however.
"Devon..." he breathes, "please talk to me.."

No response.

"Devon, please...I'm begging-"
"Do you wanna hear why?" Devon interrupts him, his voice monotone, "because I'm in so much fucking pain, Jake and no one seems to fucking notice. YOU don't seem to notice and I know I'm not your job..." his eyes start watering "but I do so much to make sure YOU'RE okay. I go against promises I made to my mother at her funeral which was 'I will deal with Chucky' and I go against that promise because YOU ask me to. I won't kill him...but God, Jake I'm so fucking tired." Devon's voice cracks at the end, his chest hyperventilating "I don't know what to fucking do..." he finishes.

The taller boy next to him simply runs his fingers through Devon's hair as best he can.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry. imsorryi'msorryimsorry." That's all Jake can repeat.
"You are the most important fucking thing in my life I don't want you to doubt that. You matter so much more than some fucking penance I feel I need. If you had jumped? I can't lie and say I wouldn't have joined you because you're the last fucking thing that's keeping me alive," Jake confesses, whispering it in Devon's ear...a secret just between them.

There's silence as they hold each other and cry...

"Jake we have to be a partnership if we're gonna deal with whatever the fucks coming...and not just a partnership in solving these murders and stopping Chucky but in our relationship too. So You check on me and I check on you, or else..." Devon trails off. then sighs, "or else...I don't know what the fucks gonna happen. And I'm so scared that I don't wanna finish that sentence. But please never doubt that I do love you, Jake."

Cupping Devon's face with his hands, Jake looks deep into his eyes...they're bloodshot, cheeks are as ruddy as they can get with his complexion, and Devon has never looked more beautiful to Jake than he does right now under the moonlight.

"I fucking love you." He whispers then kisses him, pulls back just a bit and says "I love you more than anything. And I know it seems like this is just kiddie-teenage first love bullshit but-" Jake cuts himself off, frustrated, "but, Jesus Devon, I think you're it for me," he stares deeply into his boyfriend's alluring brown eyes,
"even when you get tired of me, I will always think of you as THE love. My GREAT love. I love you so much, that I'm willing to let you kill that fucking doll...whatever you need to do."

Jake presses their foreheads against each other.

They breathe in each other's air.

"You are so fucking loved," Jake tells Devon.

And they sit there, for who knows how long, just in each other's presence.

They'll deal with Chucky tomorrow.
They'll fight for their lives tomorrow.

Tonight, they are just two 15-going-on-16-year-old in a catholic reformatory school, illuminated by the moon, surrounded by love.